Barbara

I hadn’t really thought about i
That much until today relating
The incident to another party
Only that it was a common thing
Such injustice should befall my life.

To date the subject, un-addressed
Is just a story to tell when story time comes round
To use as an example of when the wind
Way back then blew the grass to the east
And not the west that brings it all to this

Don’t you just hate it when the story’s unclear
On who is and who isn’t the grand protagonist
A game of throw and catch
And no one cares at all except
Of course the owner of the ball

I mean I wrote the letter as I said
I hit the nail on the head perhaps is why
After all this Christian time dead air
Is the only resound of any kind
I have had as far as feedback or reply

She fired me, and the reason as to why
Has never been quite explained and I suppose
That it came as a slap in the face
No one would have maybe ever thought
And after that I was gone to no return.

When some girls cry it’s like the world
Comes apart like a fallen chandelier
While for others of us it’s as if we,
In as much, maybe more, pain of heart
Had but merely; slightly dimmed it’s light.